At 1:58 a.m., Harlan Mercer woke to his phone glowing on the nightstand. The house was quiet enough that he could hear the refrigerator cycle on through the floor vents and the faint click of the thermostat in the hallway. For a moment, he thought it was an alert. Then he saw the name. Sadie. Not Wesley, his son. Not Maren, his daughter-in-law. Sadie, his eight-year-old adopted granddaughter, who almost never called anyone without asking permission first. Harlan answered before the second vibration finished. “Sadie, honey?” he said, his voice…
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